I go outdoors a lot, I live in a pretty rural area and get cabin fever if I’m inside for too long. While I enjoy just relaxing and shit I also get bored and pent up if I’ve been inactive for two long.

I dress fashionably but in a low key way. Mostly dark colors, rarely do I wear lighter colors and the odd bit of red clothing. I like to dress in a way that won’t make me stick out in a crowd, but looks good when you notice it. I’ve received a lot of compliments from girls and gay guys that they like the way I dress fashionably, but in a way that makes it not the first thing you notice about me. Probably the thing I spend the most time on would be my hair, ever since I was 11 years old I keep it cut and styled according to the trends, but almost always at a short to moderate length. The longest I’ve ever had it was like 10 inches in a top not with an undercut shaved at like a 1. Before I get hate for the man bun I wasn’t really jumping on the man bun bandwagon, I thought they were as stupid as everybody else did but I’d always thought the samurai top knot was badass as shit, and since I kinda look Asian, and There was a window in time where I could grow it out because of my work, and fashion, and I figured I probably wouldn’t get another chance so I went for it. It was fucking badass, the general consensus from people was that they generally hated top knots, but mine worked.

I don’t have a sports oriented life, I don’t follow them but I enjoy playing them. Growing up I played sports. Football, rugby, soccer, basketball, wrestling, and competitive ballroom dancing. But up until around age 16 I was ridiculously unathletic, terrible hand eye coordination (found out in drivers ed I had some eyesight problems) and reaction time, average speed in short distances, slow fucking long distance speed. However, I’ve always been bigger than most kids my age, tall and stocky. My Dad’s an authoritarian with a strong belief in negative reinforcement so I have a high pain tolerance, and a mental toughness. It also meant I had a lot of built up aggression lol so my only talent in sports was being able to hit hard, and to take a hard hit. In contact sports I was usually on the starting team, in no contact sports my coaches played me strategically lol since I’d usually get fouled out pretty quickly. In my defense I didn’t go out of my way to hit people, I just went out of my way to put myself in their way and since I was usually a lot bigger than them I wasn’t the one who ended up on the ground. Despite always playing sports I never really cared that much about it, it was mostly just something for me to do while stroking my own ego and getting to show off.

When I was like 15 or 16 I started taking Krav Maga, which is a “self defense” (hand to hand combat) system. I highly recommend it to everybody, it’s a very effective and efficient way to learn how to fight in an uncontrolled situation. It got really popular several years ago so a whole bunch places started teaching it, which led to a lot of low quality courses so if you’re really interested in it you need to do your homework and make sure you’re getting the real deal and not a black belt factory. The gym I took it at was also a Muay Thai and MMA gym, so a the teachers and most of the other regulars in the class were competitive fighters. This led me into Muay Thai and MMA, and these were the first sports I’d ever been talented at, it just clicked for me on all levels and made perfect sense. It greatly developed my hand eye coordination and reflexes. All the other guys greatly outclassed me, which was fucking awesome, I didn’t have to handicap myself so as to not hurt the person I was training with. Instead I was the one getting my ass kicked, which meant I learned really quickly what worked and what didn’t, what I needed to improve, what kind of pain I could shrug off, and what kind of pain I couldn’t. Now before all of this I’d always loved to fight, my group of friends were always having fights, we actually started a fight club in our high school lol that Lasted for several months before getting shut down. These were all friendly fights, and while I enjoyed them a lot I wasn’t able to release my aggression as much as I needed to because I had to Mank’s sure I wasn’t really hurting my friends. My aggression would build up until I’d go and pick a real fight. I’d justify it to myself by picking fights with people who I thought deserved it, bullies and assholes and thieves. For whatever reason my ridiculously strict dad never gave a shit when I got in trouble for fighting, he’d flip shit and punish me if I got a bad grade, or skipped school, or made a joke he didn’t like but when I’d get busted for fighting there was no reaction. Anyways looking back now I’m ashamed for The way I’d seek out people to hurt, even if they deserved it I did it for selfish reasons. But once I started training I got a lot better about picking fights. I was made aware of the risks, how fragile the human body can be, how easily life altering damage can be done unintentionally when fighting.

So while I enjoy a lot of sports, i don’t really care about most of them and I don’t follow any of them.

I have amazing sex (at least amazing to me lol) when there’s an emotional connection. If it’s a casual thing it varies. I’ve never been the type who wants to just stick my dick and cum, that’s boring to me and basically no better than just jerking it. I love the process of it. I love the game you play leading up to it, building up the anticipation. I like to tease, to get her to pursue me, while I pretend to be mostly ambiguous. I’ll segue into foreplay based on how I read her. I think it has to do with ENTP but I don’t like to reveal my preferences with someone unless there’s a deep emotional connection and I’ve known her for awhile, unless that emotional connection is there what I really enjoy is experiencing her, figuring out what she wants and the fulfilling it. during the leadup period that’s what I’m doing, studying her to see where to begin with, exploring her through conversation. The first part of foreplay is spent furthering my understanding of her, exploring her with touch, feeling every part of her. It starts out small, eliciting responses from her. Following the clues she’s giving me. The second part of foreplay is when I’ve figured out what she wants, and now I’m discovering how much she wants. It’s the building the crescendo, making my way towards her bliss. Then we have sex, if I’ve done my job right it’s the bass drop, the kind that slams you out of your head and absorbs you into it. It’s this exhilarating experience of connection. I’m no longer observing from a place of detachment, it’s pure unimpeded experiencing of her. That’s what I like, knowing her.